An 80 year old Ennis Del Mar returned to his home after a 2 month stay in the County Hospital. He suffered a moderate heart attack, and the doctors released him reluctantly, and only under the condition that he had someone home at all times to look after him. As it turned out, Alma Jr. was available to move in with her dad, as her husband passed away several years ago, and her 2 children left home even before Kurt died. Ennis considered himself a very lucky man to not only survive an attack that could have killed him, but to have a loving daughter – well – 2 loving daughters! Jenny bought him the house shortly before she moved overseas to pursue a singing career.
Alma practically carried a still weak Ennis into the living room, and lowered him to the couch. She made him as comfortable as she could before heading to the kitchen to put away the few groceries purchased earlier. Ennis found himself alone in his living room and allowed his thoughts to drift back to his first night in the ICU. He was groggy from the medicines, but he was certain he heard a familiar voice. It was muffled and vague at first, but became clearer, louder. Ennis was sure he heard the words, “Come to me, Baby!” The voice was sad, hesitant. Ennis knew who called him, but he wasn’t ready to go just yet.
The hospital sent over a social worker to check on Ennis’ progress, and to make sure that someone was at the house to care for him. Alma offered the young man a cup of coffee and left them alone to have a talk. The young man asked Ennis if he was experiencing any depression, loneliness, fear, regret. Ennis shook his head no, but thought he had better tell the worker about the voice he heard. The young man listened to Ennis recount the words, “Come to me, Baby” with particular interest.
“And you say you know who was calling you?” The young man asked as he took notes. “Why don’t you tell me who that person is?”
“Was!” Ennis began. “Was!” He pulled his hand-made blanket up to his chin and fought back tears.
“His name was Jack Twist and we was herding sheep almost 60 years ago up on Brokeback Mountain….”